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In regards to musings on juggling and sculpting facial features.

There’s something beautiful and strange about the range of balance and symmetry that exists in a face, or in a pattern of balls thrown from hand to hand. Each side is not an exact copy, but it is close. Images that are mirrored & exact, something feels off about them. Disturbing. Postmodern. Digital.

There is a kind of art that hides in that range of likeness, the dimension of motion that gives the brain room to play.

The art is in the asymptote.

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